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When the raindrops are pattering downward 

And the clouds are dark and drear, 
We always go to the attic 

To play with our treasures there. 
'We have many games and employments, 

But the one that we love the best 
Is to get the key from grandma, 

And open the old oak chest. 

And what a mixture of finery j 

Is stored in that musty old place, 
There are silks and satins and velvets, 

Broadcloth, brocade and lace; 
There are ball-dresses, tea-gowns and habits, 

And an elegant court-lady's dress, 
Clothes from all ages and patterns, 

And a ruff from the time ■ f Queen Bess, 
But among all that elegant finery, 

And though faded, they all are still gay, 
There is one above all that we cherish 

A dear old jacket of grey. 

They are all worn out and faded, 

And all have seen their best days, 
Yet each of them seem to remind us 

Of their triumphs in different ways. 
The others may tell the best stories 

Of events and happenings more gay; 
But for me, I'd rather remember 

The time when our boys wore the grey. 
—Florence Thomas. 




The Julia Jackson Chapter of the Children of the 
Confederacy has added a new name to the already long 
roll list, namely, THE GREY JACKET. If he is a little 
bashfnl at first, for this is the first time that he has made 
his appearance in the Hterary ■ world, we are snre that it 
he is given a wafm welcome ne will repay anyone who 
will take an interest in him. r-ji : . 

We hoped to begin the new year by publishing The, 
Grey Jacket, but owing to many unavoidable difficulties, 
we were unable to do so. But now that we have such a 
favorable opportunity we hope that every true Southerner 
who loves anything connected with the "Lost Cause will 
help us make it a success. Where is the Southerner 
whose heart does not thrill, and pulses quicken, at the 
mention of this sacred theme? 

Where is the man who does not love every thing connec- 
ted with u The Lost Cause?' 1 

"In battle they all died for us, ^ 

Our unknown, loved and cherished dead; 
U And while we think of Jackson and Lee, 
Of the things they did and said, 
What'er our lot in life may be. 
We'll n'eer forget our dead." 
In every country in the world the government of each 
has some way of rewarding soldiers who have accom- 
plished some special act of bravery. Many countries 
including England and Germany, give their heroes 
crosses of honor. Lord Roberts, now Commander- n- 
chief of the British forces in South Africa, won his Vic- 
toria cross by recapturing, with great danger to his own 
life, a British standard. Our brave Confederate sold e s 
-for all of them were brave-have no government to 
award them honors; they have only the love of all the 
people in the Southland. 

The Children of the Confederacy wish this yea to 
present to the Veterans of Mecklenburg Camp of North 

[ S" 


Carolina, small iron crosses as a recognition of bravery 
unsurpassed, duty nobly done, and as a token of our devo- 
tion to them and to the cause they represent. 

We are very proud of our "Old North State" knowing 
that she gave nearly 1 30,000 men to the Confederate army 
more than any other State in the Confederate States of 


And our generals, such names as D. H. Hill, "Pender, 
Ramseur, Grimes, Hoke, Bragg and Branch will live for- 
ever in the annals of the world's history. 

One of our favorite Commanders is Bryan Grimes, a 
Major-General in the -Confederate army. He was deeply 
interested in the movements of the Southern States at the 
first signs of the storm which was rapidly approaching. 
He hastened to Fort Sumter as soon as he heard of the 
attack there, but did not arrive until after the surrender. 

He was made a member of the State convention but 
resigned his seat soon after, feeling that duty called him 
to the field* He was offered the position of Lieutenant 
Colonel, but he refused this and many others paying that 
he had never had any military training. He accepted the 
appointment, however, of Major of the Fourth Regiment 
of North Carolina. He remained drilling with his regi- 
ment until he was ordered to Richmond. 

Major Grimes was soon appointed Lieutenant Colonel. 
It was at Seven Pines that his regiment first took active 
part in battle. He led into this battle 545 men-inclu- 
ding officers— and 487 were either killed 01 wounded. 

He was soon after this appointed Brigadier General. 
He won high honors in the battles around Chancellors- 
ville, and also in the Pennsylvanian campaign. Hon. H. 
A London, who has written a life of General Grimes, 
says that "In the first day's fight at Gettysburg, Col. 
Grimes drove the enemy through Gettysburg to the 
heights beyond, capturing more prisoners than there were 
men in' his command.' Had this temporary success been 

followed promptly by Lee's army, Gettysburg would not 
have sounded the death knell of the Southern Confeder- 
acy. Grimes fought through the battles of the wilderness. 
It is said that General Lee thanked his brigade in per- 
son for its galantry, telling them that they deserved the 
thanks of the country— they had saved his army." 

During the campaign in the Valley of Virginia, Grimes 
commanded the division that General Ramseur had before 
his death This division was composed of two North 
Carolina brigades, one from Georgia and one from Ala- 

"While North Carolina may well be proud of her troops 
in the civil war, she has especial cause to be proud of such 
heroes as composed those two brigades." General Grimes 
fought bravely until the surrender at Appomattox. He 
planned and led the last charge made by the army of 
Northern Virginia. 

Another one of our famous N. C. Commanders was the 
brave General L. O'B. Branch, who commanded the 33rd 
regiment When he was shot at Harper's Ferry the 
whole South mourned for him. "General Lee had the 
highest opinion of his genius as a soldier and his worth 
as a man " General A. P. Hill says "the Confederacy has 
to mourn the loss of a gallant soldier and an accomplished 
gentleman. He was my senior brigadier and one to whom 
I could have entrusted the command of the division with 
all confidence. During the entire war this regiment 
numbered 1,600 men and when they surrendered at Appo- 
mattox they numbered only 108 men and 10 officers." 

"The Southern soldiers were the equals in every possible 
respect of any soldiers that ever fought for God or man. 
The world must bow before such men. We failed only 
because it was impossible to succeed." "It was not in 
mortals to command success. We didin^-toerved ^ 



The first thrill of horror which shook this country when 
the news of the fight at Big Bethel was flashed through 
the land has hardly yet subsided. But the memory of Big 
Bethel has become dimmed by the many greater and more 
dreadful battles which rapidly succeeded it. History now 
barely mentions the fact of the fight there and few can 
tell who were the troops engaged in it. 

On the roth of June, 1861, Gen. Butler sent out troop* 
from Fortress Monroe to attack the Confederates stationed 
some distance inland, Big Bethel church near the for. 
They were repulsed by a small Confederate force consul 
ting of the First North Carolina regiment and four Vir- 
ginia howitzers under command of Gen. D. H. Hill. 

This engagement ended in a precipitate ront of the 

'"The' color company of the 1st. N. C. regiment was 
Company E., formerly the "Buncombe Riflemen, of 
Ashcville. The flag they carried into Big Bethel fight was 
the first one baptized in blood in a field engagement 
during the war. The flag was made by six young ladies 
of Ashevilleand presented to the Buncombe Riflemen. The 
flag was made of silk, the material contributed from the 
dresses of three of the young ladies. Miss Anna Woodfin 
was chosen in behalf of the young ladies to present the 

The flag was taken to Richmond and when Company 
E became the color company it became the regimental 
• flag of the first fight of the war. 

Only one Confederate was killed, that was Harry Wyatt, 
of the Buncombe Riflemen. He was the first field martyr 

of the war. 

The 1st N C Regiment was only enlisted for six 
months and on their being mustered out Capt Clayton 
carried the flag home. Miss Anna Woodfin embroidered 
on the white bar the word "Bethel." 


The people of North. Carolina showing a commendable 
spirit of patriotism and delicacy of sentiment, have 
ordered a life size oil portrait of young Wyatt, and to-day 
it adorns the Sta^e House at Raleigh. Capt. Clayton has 
tendered this hallowed flag to Gov. Holt as a suitable 
drapery for that portrait, and it is possible that even 
to-day the first Confederate flag wraps the noble form of 
the South's first martyr. 

"■BEWviS'K. Abbott. 

Atlanta Journal, 1881. 


"No history of the war would be complete without a 
tribute to the Confederate Women. It would be unjust 
to them to 'say that they were simply patriotic, for while 
they were of all patriots the greatest, they gave the South- 
ern cause the benefit of much more than their good 
wishes. No women at any time in the history' of the 
world ever surrendered as much to any cause as did the 
women of the South. There have been instances where 
hundreds have indeed made every sacrifice, but this is the 
only instance where a nation of women worked and fought 
for a nation." 

''There was undoubtedly not one woman in the entire 
South during the last year of the war of whom it could 
have been said she lived in luxury. The wife of the 
President of the Confederacy sold her silver for the cause. 
The invalid wife of the General of the Confederate army 
spent her small strength in knitting socks for the Confed- 
erate soldiers. Little girls occupied their play hours in 
picking lint for Confederate soldiers wounds. Saints — 
good, beautiful, patient, cheering — they proved angels on 
the battlefields and in the hospitals." 

''.They starved at home in order to send their scanty 
food to the army." 

"Worn and broken by privation they wrote letters 


beaming with hope and gladness to the camp, and resoun- 
ding defiance to the foe." 

"No country ever had such loving daughters, 110 cause 
such tireless champions. They were the last to be recon- 
structed. Some of them have never been reconstructed. 
Some of them never will be reconstructed/' 


Lines written in January, 1865, in commemoration of 
Gordon's charge at Bloody Angle, Spottsylvania Court 
House, May 12th, 1864. Hancock had taken the Con- 
federate line, capturing Ed. Johnson and his division. 
Gen. John B. Gordon led the charge in which the lines 
were recovered after a desperate struggle. Hancock had 
telegraphed to Grant as follows: "I have whipped out 
Johnson and am pitching into Early." 

When history tells her story, 

Of the noble hero band, ■ 
; Who have made the green fields gory 

For the life of their native land; 
How grand will be the picture 

Of Georgia's proud array, 
As they drove the boasting foeman back 

On that glorious 12th of May, boys, 

That glorious 12th of May. 

Whose mien is ever proudest 

When we hold the foe at bay, 
Whose war-cry cheers the loudest 

As we rush to the bloody fray! 
'Tis Gordon's! Our reliance ! 

Fearless as on the day 
When he hurled his grand defiance, 

In that charge of the 12th of May, boys, 

That charge of the 1 2th of May. 

Who, who can be a coward! 

What freeman fear to die 
When Gordon orders "forward!" 

And the red cross floats on high? 
Follow his tones inspiring, 

On, on to the field! Away! 
And we'll see the foe retiring 

As they did on the 12th of May, boys, 

As they did on the 12th of May. 


This is no time for sighing, 

What e'er our fate may be; 
Tis sweet to think that dying, 

We will leave our country free! 
Though the storms of battle pelt her 

She'll defy the tyrants sway, 
And our breasts wjll be her shelter 

As they were on the 1 2th of May, boys, 

As they were on the 12th of May. 

— Robert H. 



Indeed the ball had been a perfect failure. The 
ball she had looked forward to with so many delightful 
anticipations; so mused Leslie Carter as she sat toasting 
her small feet in front of the big, open fire. Jack Hamil- 
ton had not come near her but once, but what difference 
did that make, she knew that there were many others 
who would have risked their lives for even one word from 
her. Had not Richard Wolcot the handsome young New 
Englander visiting the Hamiltons been her shadow the 
whole evening? After Jack had crowned her queen of 
love and beauty that morning at the tournament, why 
had he stood so sad and gloomy against the door? 

Of course she didn't care but she hated to have an old 
friend neglect her, then of all times in the world. She 
remembered how when they were children, Jack used to 
raise pet dogs, cats and chickens for her, had taught her 
to ride horseback like a cowboy, and shoot from behind 
trees like an Indian, he had begged permission for her to 
go to her first ball at the college commencement, and had 
been perfectly lovely to her. Walter, Jack's seventeen 
year old brother, was the same, why had Jack changed so 
and it was just after that Dick Wolcot had come — not 
more than three weeks after he had written her the poem-, 
could Jack Hamilton be jealous? No! the very idea, how 
could she think such a thing. But after all she didn't 
care much except he was so jolly and was her old play- 


mate. She rose and walking to her desk got out a box 
from which she. took out all Jack's. letters and read them 
over and over again, the letters Jack had written, her.: 
while he was at college, full of such boyish pranks and 
funny difficulties with the teachers. 

And now he was back, just because another took some 
special notice of her he refused to notice her at all .t^he' 
was sure she didn't care, she wasn't especially nice to Mr. 
Wolcot, but then her eye fell on the following lines of the 

"If anything in the world I'd like 
It would your slave to be." 

She folded it up and put it with the letters back in the 
box. She could not make out the problem so she retired 
— for sleep is the solver of all difficulties. 

Life had gone on in the same way for two weeks now, 
Jack had still been indifferent and gloomy, and Richard 
Welcot more attentive than ever. 

Then in the midst of it all war had been declared.. 
Wolcot had dismally hurried to join the Union army, and 
Jack had donned his grey uniform and gone to war. 
Leslie was miserable. Though to herself she still declared 
she cared nothing for him. She and her father, were ! 
more- together than ever now, as old Dr. Mason said, 
"They are just like school children together." Mr. Mason 
was one of Leslse's numerous ardent admirers, he had 
told a stranger once, "She is the prettiest girl in the south; 
I saw her once just as she was starting on a fox hunt, she 
stood on the steps, a girl tall slender and dark-eyed: 
(indeed as some one says Southern blood seems to make ^ 
istself known in eyes and eyelashes.) Her rosy cheeks were 
surrounded by a halo of dark brown hair and the close 
fitting habit added to her height. The elbow of one arm 
was pressed closely to her side so as to hold up -the long 
skirt and gold headed riding whip. On her head was a 

soft grey felt hat which made a beautiful, contrast to ta 
dark:tresses. If she were talking on any subject what- 
ever it would be a pleasure to listen to her," and indeed 
vvhat-tteDir.Said was not far from true, for Leslie Car- 
ter was one of the State's acknowledged beauties, and her 
powers ; of entertainment were as gre&t'as her beauty. 
-But Jack had gone to war. It is true he had come and 
told Leslie goodbye, but it had been such a constrained 
o-ooibye, not at all like the old Jack would have done it 
But it was done now and she could only think over, it and 
about him, and watch for reports in the papers of him 
(and she was hardly ever disappointed, for in almost every 
paper there were reports of his individual bravery), which 
she certainly did well. 

One morning as she stood on the front steps reading 
the paper, her eye* suddenly caught in the list of captured 
Southerners in the last battle, the name of Jack Hamilton. 
The paper fell from her hands and she sank on the steps 
in aheap, rfrfti suddenly recovered from the blow. She 
sat up and looked wonderingly around. Then and there 
she, decided she must pay a visit to her aunt in New 
York who lived near Elmira prison. 

The next week was full of preparing, planning and 
thinking. What good would it do for her to go there? 
How would she get through the lines on such an errand 
as that? Even if she did that would not help Jack Ham- 
ilton. She. could not go to the Governor and plead for 
him NoL Sbe was too proud for that. She, Leslie Car- 
ter go toiNew York and .plead for a man who had never 
told her that he loved her? The idea was degrading. At 
last a thought struck her! The hospital right there within 
three miles of her was almost closed for want of medi- 
cines She would go North and stay with her- aunt who 
was just a -lukewarm Southerner"; she, a true Southern 
girl would pretend she was not really very enthusiastic 


over the Southern Cause-the thought pained her deeply 
—She would get the needed medicines, and last, but not 
least, she would get Jack Hamilton out of prison Yes, 
she, his little playmate, would set him free. It was hard, 
she knew. ■ She could not even hint that she scared -for 
him at all, and yet she was going to get him out; yes, she. 
The next week Leslie started on her perilous journey 
northward. All her trials and adventures it would be 
hard to tell. Twice she was captured and held by the 
Yankees for a day or two as a spy, but her beauty and her 
wit always held their sway. Leslie Carter was brilliant, 
that she knew and used it to effect. 

At last her dangerous journey was at an end. She had 
arrived, after many days delay, at her destination. Her 
aunt was delighted. She had longed for a beautiful girl 
in the house, and now that she had her wish, she would 
make things "buzz." Leslie read her aunt through and 
through in a day or two, and determined to make the most 

of her opportunities. 

The first week was crowded night after night, day after 

day with balls, receptions, walks, drives, etc., but didn't 
the thought of it make her sick. There was Jack m 
prison, and she, seemingly, enjoying life. Didn't she sob 
herself to sleep every night ? Of course Jack had neard 
she was there (for her name was on everybody's lips), and 
even if he didn't love her, she knew he would think it 
strange she didn't come to see him. But no, Leslie was 
soing to put them all on the wrong track. She care for 
a Southern prisoner? No indeed! She had hundreds of 
lovers there now and chief among them was the Gov- 
ernor All along her one hope had been this, now she 
knew that it was so. The very next night he was ^ing 
to give an elegant reception in her honor. Everybody of 
importance was to be invited and she must look beautiful 
and be charming. These were her thoughts at the end 
of her first week in the city of New York. 


Leslie- was almost ready to start to themuch talked of 
reception. She had- had a great many offers to escort her 
there, but she refused them all to accept Richard Wolcot. 

. She looked more beautiful than ever before in her short 
life. She wore white organdie with a big pink sash and 
tiny, pink high-heeled slippers with great gold, buckles 
which had been her grandmothers. 

" I When she walked into the big hall with its rich hang- 
ings; and furniture there was a hushed murmur of excite- 

. merit .and all eyes were turned towards her. As soon as the 
news of her arrival at his home reached the Governor he 
came quickly to where she was holding her court near 
the front door. Every minute a ripple of merriment heard from the merry group at the door,. but 
when the Governor came and asked her if she would like 
to see.the , house, and she accepted, such a look of disap- 
pointment came on the faces of all around her, that she 
laughed gaily, turned 011 one of the high heels and walked 
off, the Governor following behind, looking more as if she 
was showing him the house. After seeing room after 
room, some rich and beautiful, others fresh and dainty, 
she suddenly asked him to take her in his study that she 
might see what a great man's study looked like. He hes- 

' itated, and then granted her request. As she entered her 
eyes immediately sought the desk which was covered 
with' papers of all sizes, papers with official seals, papers 
with none, some neatly written, others blotted and 
scrawled. But suddenly her eye caught one freshly writ- 
ten with the heading, "Captured to be Exchanged " Her 
eye quickly followed the list; alas! Jack Hamilton's was 
not one of them. She held up the paper, "I know some 
of these men and am glad that they are going to be free to 

1 shoot at your excellency's men once more,'' she laughed. 
"You do! I hope you are not in love with any of them," 
he asked rather anxiously. 

"Oh no!" she answered, "but I was just thinking, I don't 



See the name of a friend of mine down here, I know his 
mother and thought— as you are always begging me to let 
you do something for me — I would like for you to add his 
name to the list, for I heard the President had given you 
permission to exchange the ones you thought best. 

The Governor did not answer but looked intently into 
those deep eyes as though he was trying to read her 
heart. She gave him one swift look, then burst into a 
long merry laugh. "What is the matter?'' she said, "I 
suppose you are not going to refuse my silly little request, 
I was foolish to ask it. of a Yankee officer." Oh, what 
would his answer be? she thought, it seemed so, so long, 
tho' it was just a moment. 

"No!'' he replied promptly, "indeed I am not;" he sat 
down to the desk and dipped his pen slowly into the ink, 
he looked up then suddenly asked, "His name is?" 

"Jack Hamilton," she replied, a slight tremor in her 
voice, though she tried in vain to control it. 

"Oh, yes! the brave, handsome Southerner Hamilton!" 
he asked sharply, then looked straight at her. 

"Oh!" she-said, "if I have to be a bureau of inquiry, 
then I will withdraw my request," she stepped as though 
to walk away. 

"Stay," he said, and dipped his pen in the ink and 
wrote the name. "You know I will do anything for you," 
he said. 

"My!" she exclaimed smiling, ''You have done such a 
great wonder, and all for me, and she made a mack 
curtsey and disappeared among the crowd of guests who 
were hunting for her. 

The reception was over. What a night Leslie had had. 
She had been worried to death by so much attention, 
especially as she wanted to go right home. But she had 
set Jack free just as she said she was going to do. Now 
she wanted to go right home, and couldn't just because 
people would think that she had followed Jack. She 





ieved she didi 


second thought 


she decided that she cared very much. 

So she had to stay another long dreary week more 
crowded with entertainments than the last. She knew 
she was rapidly growing more of a favorite than ever. 
Everybody was giving her receptions, dances, dinners and 
every sort of unpleasant thing. Oh! how tired she was of 
it all, how she longed to see her father and Jack. She 
had the medicine and wanted to take it to Mr. Preston, 
the manager of the hospital. Little she knew how much 
that medicine would do for her. 

At last all her trials were over; home she started with 
permission to pass all the forces on each side. 

She arrived at home at last. Oh what a relief it was to 
be with her father once more and talk with Walter about 
Jack. Leslie Carter's mother had been dead ever since 
she was a child, and never as now did she miss her. She 
longed to till somebody everything. She didn't want to 
tell her father, although she loved him dearly, and she 
would not tell Sophia, her best girl friend. 

Two or three days after she came, she decided one sunny 
morning to take the medicine, she had gotten with much 
difficulty, to the hospital. She had been so busy the last 
two days that this was the first chance. She had made 
some cakes and other dainties, as she said, "to take the 
taste out of the soldier's mouths," so she carried the 
basket. As she came tripping down the wide walk which 
was bordered on both sides with beautiful roses, she looked 
so like a fairy in the midst of fairy land that the old ser- 
vants told stories of her afterwards. As she went through 
the gate the paper was handed to her and as she opened 
it the first thing that caught her eye was the heading, 
"Major Hamilton mortally wounded; his great bravery 
the cause of much talk." She was by this time accus- 
tomed to seeing such startling announcements, her friends 
had been killed by the score, so she did not wait to finish 


reading it but hurried to the hospital where she knew 
Jack would be, for everybody from the Hamiltons was 
over at the hospital nursing except Mr. Hamilton and 
Walter and the latter had gone to war and Walter was 
staying with them. Even Dr. Mason had confined all his 
. time and talent to'tfie hospital. She walked mechanically • 
onward not noticing how near she was to her destination, 
or unaware of a person near her, she felt a gentle touch 
on her arm and looking up saw Dr. Mason at her side. 
"Is~ishedead?" she stammered, not knowing what she 

The old Doctor's eyes twinkled and he said, smiling, 
"Why, my dear, he is out of all danger, but as you are so 
anxious to know about him, take your basket up to Mr. 
Preston and then come to my office for I have something 
to tell you." 

"Oh, what did I say?" she thought as the Doctor hurried 
her off to take the medicine and food. "I asked him 
about Jack, now he will tease me and worst of all tell 
Papa, and to think that Jack does not care for me." She 
could hardly keep the. tears back. She hurriedly deliv- 
ered the basket not paying the least attention to Mr. Pres- 
ton's elaborate thanks. 

What could Dr. Mason want to tell her about him! Ah, 
she remembered now that she had not mentioned any 
name. She would pretend that it was Ted Randolph that 
she was speaking of for Ted was her acknowledged lover 
all over the neighborhood. 

At last she reached the office door which was open and 
walked in. The doctor was sitting in a big arm chair 
before a desk covered with papers, bottles and boxes. 

Dr. Mason had determined to make Leslie as uncom- 
fortable as possible, "to pay her back for all the times she 
had gotten ahead of me," .he said^ afterwards. No one 
knew better than he Leslie's soft points. 

X 6 the grey jacket. 

"Oh! so you wanted to know about him; did yon?" he 


"I meant Ted Randolph," she explained rather ill at 


"Ted Randolph? Well I was mistaken ■ then? he asked 
after a: pause in which he was apparently thinking, "I 
thought it was Jack Hamilton, but I will tell Jack that 
he need have no hope, and tell Mr. Randolph of his good 
fortune, eh?" he continued. 

Leslie felt herself growing red, and knew the Doctor 
was getting the best of it. 

"You can't fool me little girlie," he laughed, "I have 
known it all along it was Jack you loved and firmly ! 
believed that he loved you, and now Iain positive," he (j 


■'Please tell me how you know it? Why did he act so 
strangely?" she said excitedly. 

The Doctor indulged in a long merry laugh. "What 

did I tell you?" he asked. 

Leslie felt herself turning crimson, and felt as though: 
she would like to vanish. The Doctor had enjoyed his 
victory long enough and so he was now going to make, 
her feel more comfortable. 

"Sit down my dear, and I will tell you," he said kindly. 
"When Jack was brought here very badly wounded, he 
was out of his head and continued so all that night and 
the next«aay. Well, as I was very fond of Jack and his 
people and most all of you," here the Doctor laughed 
much to Leslie's discomfort, "I volunteered to watch him 
all night- and that is all I know, Miss." 

"But that doesn't prove to you or me either that he loves 
me," she answered. 

"Yes it does, because if it hadn't I would not have 
nursed him so faithfully." 

"Oh! is that the only reason ?" she said; much disap- 


"No," said the Doctor merrily, he told me himself, then 
seeing' the look in her eyes, he added quickly, "but he 
didn't mean to. M 

"Tell me about it," she commanded breathlessly. 
"Well," said the physician, "he was always muttering, 
so when'l sat by his side that night I thought I would see- 
what was on his mind, he let it all out there," he exclaim- 
ed. "It was all about a Yankee who had come South for 
his health and was staying at the Hamilton's." 
"Richard Wolcot," she exclaimed. 

"Well, this Richard as you call him, seems to have fal- 
len very much in love with you." 

"And Jack got jealous?" she hesitated. 
The Doctor went on as if no one had interrupted him* 
"aud to have found out that Jack was in the same shoes as 
himself. Well, this state of affairs went on until one day 
the Yank saved Walter's life and asked Jack to grant him 
a favor, which of course generous Jack foolishly did, and 
that favor was that Jack Hamilton should never so long as 
Richard Wolcot lived ask Leslie Carter to be his wife," 
repeated the -Doctor dramatically. 

Leslie turned' red and white by turns. "And to think," 
she exclaimed, "that I went to the Governor's reception 
with the horrid thing, and Jack in prison," and she. burst 

into tears. 

"A note for me?" There was not a little surprise in 
Leslie Carter's voice as she exclaimed this, for a note then 
was quite an event. She opened it hurriedly, 

"Dear Les:-— The Doctor wants you to come up to his 
office to-day about eleven o'clock. He says he has a good 
story to bell us, so I guess if he'll let me I will comedown. 
Yours sincerely, 

• Jack." 

The Doctor going to tell her and Jack a story! What 
could it mean? It must be a very good story indeed, if 
the Doctor was going to let Jack come down for the first 
time si'ncei *tad..bW^unded. And she had not seen 

t3 the grey jacket. 

Jaek. for, nearly nine months, not since lie had been, cap- 
tured • and she thought Jack, had not seen her. Little she 
knew how he would lie for hours in the most uncomforta- 
ble positions, watching for her to pass, as she went to the 
ojfeefeto .find Mr. Preston with a fresh supply of dainties, 
Of c :,tbfe4elicious:dainties would have been more plentiful, 
.^M^on as 'Leslie finished the note she caught up the 
big straw hat from the rack and tying it on hurried off. to 
the Doctor's office. She reached, there just as the clock 
was striking eleven, and not waiting to knock she walked 
straight in. The. picture was one not to be forgotten. 
There lay Jack upon a low sofa, his face as white as the 
pillow upon which he lays, there was the old white haired 
Doctor sitting in the same old armchair, and with the big 
hat on the back of her head, her face flushed with exercise, 
stood Leslie,. glancing first from one to the other with a 
very inquisitive look in her eyes. 

"Sit down!" exclaimed the Doctor, "I have a story to 
tell which I want you to judge." Leslie settled herself 
V$m&mm beside the couch, and the Doctor began: 
"Once there was a rash, ohstinate, noble boy who promis- 
cd ; M.®rant' one favor to a friend who was going to ask 
kiia^J-ack started violently. "It was about a beautiful 
gMdwdip was. in love with the one who had promised the 
other — " 

. 'Here Leslie turned the color of the crimson roses on her 
hat; "he would never ask the girl to marry him. Now, 
Lesj if you had been that girl what wouhd you do if the 
been wounded fighting for his country, and was 
;' by your side?" 
^afeturned two large grey eyes full upon her, pressed 
hisdjf^together and listened with his whole soul, though 
every vestige of color fled from his face. 
\i Leslie shot a covert glance at him from, under some 
long black lashes, turned crimson andjeaned over then-- 
bufeeverybody.knows the rest. ^^d. </«^.iW^». 




On a blustering day in December, 1898, twelve enthusi- 
astic little girls braved the storm and met with Mrs. J, L. 
Sexton to organize a Chapter of the Children of the Con- 
federacy. The following officers were elected: Louie 
Jones, President; Caro Brevard, Vice-President;. Douglas 
Robertson, Secretary ; Alice Cowles, Treasurer, and the 
name of Julia Jackson chosen forjhe Chapter. 

It was not, owing to various causes, until the last of 
January that the active work of the children began. They 
entered into it with heart and soul, and have now a mem- 
bership of thirty -five. Too much praise cannot be given 
the little president; she has worked with enthusiasm; her 
zeal has never lessened, or her interest lagged, and she has 
been unfailing in her devotion to the Chapter. 

Once a month the children meet with their leader, and 
each girl (we have only girls) responds to her name with 
an incident relating to the war. Sometimes it is of the' 
leaders they must speak, again of the part played by the 
women, or the little children. 

The older girls write on war subjects, and have show t n 
not only careful study, but much originality in their work. 

The Kttle ones recite selections from our Southern poets 
and all sing the old war ballads of the Confederacy. 

We are very proud of the gavel which has been present- 
ed to us by one of the sons of a Confederate Veteran. It 
is made from the limb of a cedar growing on the battle- 
field of Manasse^ It was one of a thicket that marked the 
brilliant charge made by the Sixth North Carolina Infant- 
ry under the gallant Col. Fisher. 

In April it was learned that the Confederate Veterans 
had no flag to take with them to- the Reunion in Charles- 
ton, and the children begged the privilege of presenting 
them the colors. 

Right heartily they worked, the time being short, and 1 
every spare moment was given to rehearsing a little playV 

i0 the grey jacket 

The result was all that could be desired, the acting^as 
Sveriy done, aud nearly sixty dollars made for the flag 
There never were happier girls than on the 9 th of Pay 
when in front of the Court House, the President m a 
fe speeeh, presented to Mecklenburg Ca^p a beau- 
tiful silken flag ; the flag those heroes loved and so gh 
fully served, the battle-flag of the Confederacy. Audi 
Mkit must have been passing sweet to those battle. 
Jarred veterans this knowledge of the children's love and 
devotion to the cause they represent. _ ■ 

ft rU* 4 o 'eft in the bank, which we determired to put 
to some good use, though we had not decided what. 

Mrs. Sexton being called south for the W-ter we have 
had very few meetings.this year.and so our «°^" 
been carried on with the usual vigor. January .19th we 
celebrated Lee's birthday at the Presbyterian College and 
received quite a puff in the paper for our programme, 

The Lest event of the Chapter was the celebration of 
Memorial Day at Elmwood Cemetery. May the 35* « 
expect To preLnt crosses of honor to the Men of Mecklen- 
burg who wore the grey. ' , 

Last but not least, we must say sometlnng in praise of 
our^never-tiring leader. She has held all the meetings m 
her beautiful home and kept up our interest with unflag 
^devotion. She has done all for our ^aptertbat man 
or woman could do; she has started it and it is to her we 
owe its existence even novt ^ g JlebtrXtSe*-* 


This flag for which our fathers and forefathers laid down 
Jir lives" this flag is in our heart of hearts the .mbkrn 
of the good, the noble and the true. We love, we honor, 
we reverence it How our hearts thrill with sadness 

• THE Gr£Y JACKET. 2't 

and joy, that only a few of those who' fought for it now 
live, with joy when on rare occasions we see its colors fly- 
ing on the breeze. " 

At the battle of Manassas 21st of July, 1861, about four 
o'clock in the afternoon, our fate was trembling in the 
balance. General Beauregard had ordered troops to re-" 
inforce him. He saw a column moving towards his left 
and the enemy's right. He could not tell whether they 
ware foes or friends. He thought that probably it was 
Patterson re-inforeing the enemy, 

General Beauregard used his glass and begged others to 
look through it thinking that probably their eyes might 
be keener than his. There was no breeze stirring and the 
dusty color hung limp on the staff. Not one could tell 
whether it was the Stars and Stripes or the Stars and Bars. 
Suddenly a breeze lifted the colors and' it was seen that 
friends were advancing under the Stars and Bars. What 
a shout was raised. It was Early with the 24th Virginia, 
7th Louisiana and 13th Mississippi. When Beauregard 
saw them he said, "See that, the day isours." 

Early dashed into the field and Elzly followed with his 
men. In a few hours there were no more foes at Bull Run, 
After the Battle Gen. Beauregard saw the need of a flag. 
He called Colonel William Parcker Miles into consulta- 
tion. General Beauregard proposed that the field should 
be blue, the bars red crossed, and the stars gold. Colonel 
Miles said that this was. against the laws of heraldry and 
he proposed that the ground be red, the bars blue, and the 
stars white. When it was known that a design for a flag- 
was wanted many were sent. One came from Mississippi, 
one from J. B. Walton and E. C. Hancock. They coinci- 
ded with General Miles. It was decided at Fairfax court 
house that the field should be red, blue cross and white 
stars. .., 

The three Misses Carey, of Baltimore and Alexandria, 
made the first flags; they were made of ladies dresses, 


Miss Carey sent hers to Gen. Beauregard, who, not think- 
ing it safe in his keeping, sent it to his wife. For further 
safety she sent it to Cuba, by a Spanish vessel, where it 
stayed till the war closed. After the war Gen. Beauregard 
presented it to the War Department. Miss Carey's sister 
gave hers to General VanDorn, and Miss Constance Carey 
of Alexandria, hers to Gen. Joseph E. Johnston. The 
gifts of these ladies were valued very much and they re- 
ceived sincere thanks from the recipients. 
Very truly yours, 

RACHElv -Howkrton. 


Come Willie, come study your State Alphabet: 

First A's for the Amiy— now don't you forget— 

And B's for the Banner, the "Flag" of the Free," 

For Beauregard, Bartow, Bethel and Bee! 

And C's for the ''Southern Confederacy" brave, 

Our bold little ship, all afloat on the wave! 

And D's for Davis, oh, wide as the sea 

Shall the fame of our glorious President be! 

Next E's for the Eight, they were first in the fight, 

And F is for Freedom, the freedom of right, . 

And G stands for Georgia, the flower, the Queen, 

And H is for Hampton, his legion I mean! 

Now I is for Infantry, sturdy and strong, 

And the J's to the Johnsons and Jacksons belong, 

And K's for "King Cotton'' he sits on his throne, 

The monarch of nations, alone all alone! 

And L stands for Lincoln, oh, woe to his crown! 

"King Cotton," "King Cotton" is trampling him down! 

And M's for Mannassas, onr glory, our pride, 

And N for the Navy, the waters to guide, 

And O's for the Oglethoiges, glorious name! 

O write it in gold on the pages of fame! 

And stamp Carolina, the rebel the worst, 

With a P for Palmetti, secession the first! 
An.! (j i s so twisted, so twisted and twirled 
Thai O's for the traitors, all over the world 
And R for the Rebels, the rebels shall stand— 
And S for Savannah, our own native land 
And the Creoles the Tigers are graven with T 
And U's for the Union, a wreck on the sea I 
And V's for our Victory, bright as the sun 
And W for Washington, soon to be won !. 
And X still a p l ace i n your letters must k 
O X is a cross for the heroes you weep' 
And Y for the Yankees, the Yankees is set, 
Then Z for the Zouaves-now don't you forget— 
For Z is the end of your State Alphabet. 

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